keyboard and guitar were syncopating together
half way through a structured (rehearsed)song
when slim thin rises up to the third microphone
silent at first,he starts to hum,then chant
his words subliminal yet attuned
like a whale on the moon,or a dolphin for breakfast
we did not expect this.Opened mikes surprise
with opened arts and minds..
THE LAST BUDDHARINA
Sniff the air(she is there-olefactorily alert
Wave on your shore.Beach to your star.Power point!
Half fractal.The last footprint of Robinson Crusoe
Time clocks stop.Egyptian tunnels.Perfection in a parasol.
Stone soup welcoming every threatened species
Candles burn like Buddhists.Sanctuary!
BY THE LIGHT OF MY iphone
Pearl dog/bent mirror boy.Arrow of joy.
I saw you pretending to be me
My primary relationship is with technology.
ROOM IN A BOX IN A BUILDING
stacked high on a hill like a castle.
This well as old as thought/made mud into brick
lines into walls and windows
Drank invisible waters.What they left behind
we drink in
PIETER BRUEGHEL enters,unframed,named
His stiff sail ship flaps winds.His wallet a flag
Beginning is a handkerchief/middle a feast
Beware blogs!Log jammed attention
in waves,O fishy Elizabeth Bishop
with a rich in her sock and a half toothed saw
still begging for crumbs from breakfast!
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